Licking the Valkyrie's toes - sub's point of view
by sub
sub describes the profound honor of worshipping Diana's feet
"Please, Mightiness, please let me lick Your beautiful feet!" i whined, kneeling before Her as She thumbed
through a magazine. i had just finished scrubbing Her kitchen floor and was feeling that i deserved a treat. She had
been lounging around for hours in only a black posing suit and Her boots and i was so turned on i thought my balls
might explode. "Please, Supreme One, just a bit, please?"
"Maybe, little one, maybe. My feet could use a little air," She said, putting down the magazine. She brushed me
aside as She stood up and walked out to the middle of the room. "I think you need some exercise first, however.
Come over here and stand up." i obeyed and stood in front of Her, slightly crouched, cringing involuntarily. "Punch
my abs, wimp - as hard as you can," She said, putting Her hands on Her hips and turning Her head to one side, not
even bothering to see whether or when i'd start punching Her.
i wound up and let go with my fiercest jab, being very careful to keep my wrist straight to prevent it being
sprained or broken when it met the resistance of Her iron abs. The punch landed heavily on Her midsection and, not
surprisingly, had no effect at all on Her. No flinch, no 'oof'. Nothing.
"Again, wimp," She said, "and keep it up until I tell you to stop." i did as She commanded, pounding away at Her
invulnerable body for several minutes. In order to occupy Herself while i was so engaged She flexed and admired
Her huge biceps. When i was totally winded and fatigue had reduced my blows to mere love-taps, She pushed me
down on my belly and stepped on my head, pressing my face into the carpet. "Now what was it you wanted, slut?"
She asked, teasing.
"Please, Ravishing One, let me lick Your toes," i managed to mumble from beneath the sole of Her boot. "It will
be pleasing to You, Your Highness, i promise."
"you may start by licking My boots, stupid," She said, lifting Her foot from my head. "your negligence has
allowed some dust to settle on them. Lick them clean, boot-boy. Very clean. Perform poorly and you will be
punished." i was thrilled, frightened, and further excited by Her dominant tone. The Valkyrie does not often choose
to role-play as Dominatrix, but seemed to have decided, on this occasion, to indulge my fantasies. After thanking
Her for Her kindness, i applied my tongue to Her boots in long, loving strokes. After a few minutes She said,
"Follow Me, slave," and walked over to Her chair to sit down. i grovelled along behind Her, eager to continue.
When She had seated Herself and i had resumed my licking, She crossed Her legs to dangle Her other boot
threateningly over my head. my mind reeled. Her power and domination, along with the taste of Her warm boot-
leather, had sent me over the edge into that state of mind that submissives crave, that ego-free Eden where i no longer
maintain an independent existence, where my entire being is but an extension of Her all-encompassing will, where
even the memory of resistance becomes no more than an unlikely myth, a chimera of deluded recollection. i wept
with joy and gratefully cleaned my tears from Her boots.
When Her Highness was no longer amused by these ministrations She lifted my head by the hair and smiled into
my tear-streaked face. "That was just lovely, feeble sub," She said quietly, seeming genuinely touched by my
adoration. "you may now remove My left boot and pleasure My foot." i gaped at Her for a moment without
comprehension, then groped my way back to reality through the obscurity of my submissive Nirvana, Her casual
shake of my head guiding my return. Trembling with the shock of my return, i clumsily removed Her boot and the
athletic sock that covered Her foot.
I situated myself comfortably at Her feet and took Her lower leg into my arms, caressing Her diamond calf muscles
as i embraced them. Bowing over Her foot, i took a few moments to admire its petite beauty as i blew on it gently,
drying the moisture there. i ran my fingers lightly over the top of Her foot, causing the almost-invisible hairs to stand
upright at the coaxing stimulation. Having gotten my bearings, i arched my neck to bring Her face into view and was
gratified by the serene look of contentment i saw there. "Mmmm," She cat-like almost purred, tracing Her fingernail
over my features, "pretty slave."
"Thank You, Magnificent One, thank You," i gasped, finding my voice. While i continued to stroke Her foot,
varying the speed and intensity by what i read in Her expressive, beautiful face, She teased me with Her powerful
fingers, allowing me to offer an occasional, fleeting, eager kiss. Her movements became more languid as She relaxed,
losing interest in Her teasing, and She finally allowed the very tip of Her little finger to rest in my mouth, where i
sucked at it in grateful contentment.
After several minutes of massage She patted me gently on the cheek and said, "Be brave, little one. Tickle Me,"
then twined Her fingers into my hair. She knew that i was afraid of tickling, afraid that She might accidentally injure
me as She thrashed about. Obedient, however, i summoned my small portion of courage and began tickling Her
lovely foot. Almost immediately, She tore Her foot from my grasp and jerked my head about, laughing. When She
had recovered, She returned Her foot to me and bade me continue. i did so, and this sequence repeated itself until
Her foot had become desensitized and my head had been quite nearly removed from its lodging. Still laughing, even
a bit giddy, She pushed my head down near Her foot and said, "All right, feeble sub. Now you can lick My toes."
"Thank You, thank You, Beautiful Highness," i replied, then bowed gratefully to my sublime task. i began by
lightly licking the very tips of Her toes, simply preparing them for the assault to follow. i ran my tongue across the
tops and then the undersides of the toes before proceeding to the individual attentions that Valkyries enjoy the most.
In no particular order, i tongued all the surfaces of each toe with subtle, fond motions, enjoying especially the salty,
exquisite taste of the moisture i found between them. Above, sounds of pleasure and contentment filled my servile
heart with joy at the thought that Her Magnificence found my devotions adequate. Occasionally She flexed Her foot
and toes to guide my motions and to remind me of the latent strength i so feared, worshipped, and adored. Again i
wept with fulfillment, knowing that this was my proper place, the most condign condition to which i could ever
aspire. my tears mingled with the other liquids that i carefully dried with my fingers, knowing that Her Supremacy
would not approve of any residual moisture.
"Enough," She breathed, satisfied, and gently kicked my head aside. "you may continue with My other foot now."
i eagerly obeyed and found Her right foot, if possible, even more delectable than Her left. Best of all, when i had
finished and lay weeping, broken yet completed, at Her feet, She hoisted me up under Her arm and carried me off to
Her bedroom, where even more intimate pleasures might continue.